Celine Chauvin has a talent for restoring historic paintings, but doesn't know where to begin when it comes to restoring her life from loss and loneliness. Now she has turned all of her concentration onto a century-old painting and the mysterious man it portrays. Can a tour on a river boat, a pendant and a wish on a Blue Moon change her future as it takes her on a journey into the past?

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Nathan wasn’t into romance. All his heart and soul went into his horn, into his music. Olivia was a distraction he couldn’t afford if he wanted to make it to the top of the music business. He’d already had his one bad experience with a woman…he wasn’t letting it happen again.

He returned the wave of his fellow musicians and barely glanced at her. It didn’t surprise him when she ignored him. He’d spent a lot of time ignoring her for the last six months. He told himself it was best and he shouldn’t be concerned. So why did her coolness turn a spin of anxiety in his gut? Hating the thought that he was attracted in spite of himself, he looked everywhere but at Olivia. Crossing the foyer, he kept his gaze fixed on the floor.

“We checked in?” he asked his lead guitarist. At the man’s affirmation, he picked up his cases, heading across the lobby to the elevators. He turned his head, catching a movement out of the corner of his eye. Seeing nothing but a few potted palms and a large aquarium, he decided he was just tired. Jet lag always did him in. The elevator doors opened and he let everyone step in first. Nathan couldn’t handle being stuffed in the back of the crowded elevator.

As the doors closed, he blinked and rubbed his eyes. He could have sworn he’d seen two older women in long white gowns hiding behind the potted palms. One of them appeared to have wings. Boy, and I haven’t even had a drink yet. I need more sleep, he decided.